Rain drops banged on the window as he pushed her onto his bed. He takes off her shirt and she can feel the cotton checkered sheet rub against her bare back. She looked out the window and saw the droplets slide down the glass as the porch light of the house across the street beamed into the room. She was too busy staring at the familiar color of blue light to notice that her skirt was now absent. He planted small kisses on her neck whispering words of what sounded like ‘I love you’.

She thought about how he couldn’t love her. She thought about how she was unlovable and about how she hurts so many people. Then the brunette girl looked at the light again as he started to unbuckle his pants. That blue light was a reminder. It was a sign that reminded her that she doesn’t love him. Yet at that same point she lets him take off her thong anyway because she remembered that the one she loved was untouchable.

The feeling of his man hood sliding into her heat broke her out of her thoughts. She bit her lip and could taste blood. He was now kissing her while thrusting. A small whisper of ‘Aiden’ slipped out and she cursed herself for making such a mistake. However, the feel of him thrusting in and out of her was more then enough punishment.

As she was about to come the only thing she could hear was his grunting. The only thing she could smell was the aftershave of cinnamon which she wished was raspberry shampoo. The only thing she could taste was blood. The only thing she could feel was pain.  He drew out and she thought about how rough it was. How she felt dominated over by the touch that was ungentle. He wrapped his arms around her and she looked outside the window again, so the only thing she could see was blue. The blue that reminded her of the eyes of Spencer who was the one she loved.